Page 37 of Endlessly Yours
A smile quirked her lips. “As if you can’t eat an entire pizza yourself.”
“I can, but I’m a bit older now, and even without tomatoes, the heartburn is going to kick.”
“Tell me about it. I don’t know how Cameron and Alice can scarf down as much pizza as they want and not feel sick later. Oh, the joys of youth.”
“It’s good they have some joys then,” I whispered.
Rory smiled at me, and I felt like I did the right fucking thing.
Finally.
“Hey Rory, what do you think, extra pineapple on this pizza?” Callum asked, drawing her attention away and I glared at the other man even as Rory laughed.
“Look at you, creating drama with pineapple.”
“I try,” the other man drawled.
The other man kept flirting with her, and I wanted to punch that little smirk off his face.
I knew he was just doing it to egg me on, and part of me wanted to pull Rory back and claim her as mine.
Even though that would’ve been the worst idea.
By the time all of our pizzas were ready to be put in the oven, Kendall and her staff said they would take care of the rest.
“And when it’s ready, it’s all about the taste testing with the Wilder Wine, of course. If you’d like something a little more hoppy or less alcoholic, we’ve got that for you too. So don’t worry, we’ve got something for everyone.”
Other people begin to mingle as Callum took a phone call out in the hallway.
My dick ached, and I couldn’t help but watch as Rory worried her lip with her teeth.
“That’s it,” I growled, ripping my gaze from her mouth.
“What’s it?” she asked, and her eyes widened once again as I took her by her arm and pulled her into an empty office that we rented out to businesses here for retreats.
“What on earth is wrong with you, Brooks?” Rory asked. But she didn’t get a chance to ask again because I closed the door behind her, locked it, and then slammed my mouth to hers.
She stiffened for a moment, and I was afraid I had done the wrong thing before she wrapped her arms around my neck and groaned into me.
I pressed her back to the door, kneading that mouth of hers.
“I fucking missed this taste,” I whispered, the words tearing from me.
Rory let out a shaky breath against me, not moving her hands away. “Same.”
“Can’t stop, Rory. Every time I see you, I need to have my hands on you. And I know it’s the wrong time. I know we said we shouldn’t. But I don’t know what the hell’s wrong with me.”
The last words could have been a slap to either one of us, but instead, she let out a slow breath.
“Me, too. We don’t have time for this. And we both said we wouldn’t, and yet I can’t stop thinking about you. And I know I shouldn’t bare myself like that because I’m only asking to be hurt, but I want you. I want this. Whatever this is.”
“Just let me have you. I don’t know for tonight, or for tomorrow. But just you. I promise. No one else.”
She nodded. “No one else.”
And then my mouth was on hers again, and my hands were on her ass. I lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs around my waist before I walked us both to the empty desk. I shoved the lamp off the table, ignoring the way the light bulb shattered, and covered her mouth with mine.
“I’ve missed this,” I whispered again as I tugged on her hair. She moaned against me, so I wrapped her long hair around my fist and tugged harder.
